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Lovey Dovey's of Family & Friends
Bo and Beary |
Babe |
Mo comes to visit |
Mom and Lavender |
Irish |
Breezy |
Beary |
Patticakes |
Tige |
Chuey Tu |
Babe |
Beary |
Beatrice |
Patticakes at sunset |
Ty |
Tige's Close-Up |
Chuey Tu |
Patticakes at 4 weeks |
Louisa Mae Alcatt |
Breezy |
Scooter |
Lucky |
Lailah |
Josie and Judith |
Cotton |
Cotton all grown up |
Cotton with paws crossed for luck |
Cotton's Close-Up |
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![]() Rose's Cocoa |
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Pandi |
Itsy 'Bitsy' Teenie Weenie |
Mike's Puppy Jake |
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Doc's Bear |
Mike's Moon |
Mike's Jake |
This
little cutie is Beatrice! We found her in our rose bushes a week
ago today (6-23-98). I heard this tiny crying "meow" and there she was.
She didn't run from me, simply because she couldn't see. Her eyes were
matted shut. I cleaned her eyes with warm water and saw these beautiful
little eyes staring back at me. She didn't seem to be scared at all.
I left her where she was and kept my eyes out for the Mother cat. While
watching Beatrice I noticed something that startled me at first. She
had NO TAIL! I immediately thought she had been injured and her tail
broken off, but looking closer, I could tell that she had been born
without one. Not only that, her left back leg looked like it had been
dislocated at the hip and she walked with a noticeable limp. Her Mother
never did return, and I suspect that she never would have. Beatrice
was probably unable to keep up with her injured leg. I knew that a shelter
would take her, but I also knew that her chances of adoption were minimal.
Only one choice here. I fed her diluted milk, which she hated, but when
I watered down some regular cat food, she ate like a Marine! We scheduled
her with our vet, Dr. Pam and got her in three days later. First thing
Dr. Pam said was "What a MESS" and she was. She had a nasty intestinal
thingie, worms, ear mites and an upper respiratory infection. Plus that
little dislocated hip.. Beatrice weighed in at 0.9 pounds. She was checked
for leukemia which required a blood test, and the vet's office couldn't
believe that something that small could make such a racket. I almost
named her Ethel Merman! Her leukemia test was negative, thank
goodness, and we brought her home to meet Beary, Babe & Bo. She
took to them right away, but they (the wusses) were so scared they hid
from her. Eventually they came around and tolerate her now. It is funny
to see her chase those 'big wusses' through the house.! |
BO IN MEMORY
Right
from the start, we knew Bo was an unusual cat. Wide eyed and skinny, peering
out from his cage at the animal shelter, he never took his eyes off of us.
He leaped from one level of his cage, to the other, watching and waiting,
as we looked at the big assortment of cats. Beautiful calicos, fat gray
tabbys, tortoise shells, you name it. Bo certainly wasn't on our list. We
couldn't decide between a beautiful striped tortoise shell, or the chubby
black and white. We knew we couldn't pick two. We decided to come back the
next day with our decision.
The next day, there he was, jumping around his cage, peering at us with those big round gold eyes.We knew he wasn't adoptable, no one in their right mind would pick that sickly looking skinny black cat. We went over to say 'hello', and he almost jumped in our arms. I think he knew we were his only chance. We knew he was right. We took him home.
His first check-up with the vet, revealed serious problems with his liver. He was put on medication right away. To make matters worse, he developed sores on his side. They wouldn't heal because he kept licking them. We fashioned tube socks to slip over the area. The sores healed. He would gain a little weight, then he'd lose it. Vet bills soared, but we didn't care. We had come to love Bo very much. He had enough 'spirit' to fill the house. He didn't walk or run, he bounced from place to place. As if to say, 'I love it here, I love it here'.
Bo lived with us for three years. He died of kidney failure early one morning. He gave us so much more than we had a chance to give him. He is sadly missed.
Shari & family
MILLIE IN MEMORY
On Monday the 19th
of May, 1997, Millie, one of the most beloved White House pets of all time,
died at the summer home of former President George and Barbara Bush in
Kennebunkport, Maine. She was 12 years old. Mildred Kerr Bush, named for
a close friend of Barbara Bush, won America's affection while she lived
at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue from January of 1989 to January of 1993, joining
the ranks of such memorable presidential pets as Lyndon Johnson's beagles
Him and Her, Caroline Kennedy's pony Macaroni, FDR's ever-present Scottie
Fala, and Richard Nixon's famous Checkers. Millie came to live with the
Bushes when she was just under a year old in February of 1987 spending
some time in the vice president's mansion before moving on to the White
House. Barbara Bush reports going through a list of all the things she
wanted to do and places she wanted to go when her husband's career let
up a bit, and found that the only item do-able at the time was raising
puppies. So while the Bush family planned for the inauguration, Millie
visited a fellow springer spaniel in Kentucky, and came back to the White
House expecting. Carpenters constructed a nesting box for her upstairs
in the People's House and marked it with the presidential seal. Who could
ever forget the photograph of Millie and her six precious puppies frolicking
on the South Lawn, President George Bush rolling around in his suit in
the grass with them? Millie and her puppies even made the cover of Life
magazine.

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